Tainted Redemption

Chapter thirty

Swarming blurry shapes is what I'm firstly seeing when I gained conscious.

Why couldn't I move?

It wasn't until my vision got lastly clear that my hearing senses did too, and I could hear myself wheezing, and my face was throbbing.

My chest felt like it was about to cave, I thrash my legs when I couldn't breathe properly.

The blow just under my rib cage that had been delivered by that kick, had caused a deep pain in my lungs just in between them.

The ceiling was grey, I could hear hushing sounds by people around me.

Where was I?

If I kept taking quick breaths I'd dehydrate, but I couldn't get enough of air in my bruised lungs.

There's so many inhales going through my mouth but not enough exhales, my eyes bulging and I was lightly squeaking.

Suddenly a mini fan with a wet cloth on is put close to my mouth so I can have a sort of self built asthma inhaler.

It helped a lot, I closed my eyes, taking sufficient breaths.

Once the person stopped, I didn't dare look around or stand up, I had a feeling if I did something bad would happen. My instinct was warning me, instead I folded my hands over my stomach and rested some more.

No one was bothering me, where ever it was I'm at, I was somewhat safe.

....

Once it felt safe to stand up I did, feeling hazy, but I mastered to not fall over again.

I was befuddled to find myself be in a police station...?

What?

It's not long after, I'm offered a coffee and donut. I decline the man's offer, because did I really look like I could eat right now, whom I think was the one who helped me when I couldn't breathe.

"I was attacked... Why am I here?" I asked the police man, he grimly stared at me, he wanted to respond but a feminine voice stopped him.

"I'll take it from here, Jackson." her strict voice said, the man scurried away. I peer at her slowly.

She's a cross of beauty and brawn. Dark brown hair, almost black, exotic features and a stiff poise. And next to her is a dark skinned woman that was looking just as intimidating and beautiful as her. Black hair, brown outstanding eyes with chiseled cheekbones and a delicate jaw line.

They both eye me pitilessly, I shrink to myself.

"I'm Detective Chief Connor, and this is Inspector Harris." Chief Connor said, her layered hair is messily tucked in a low bun, hands on her duty belt where her gun is, it also includes: handcuffs, radios, baton, hand-held protection device such as pepper spray, firearms and ammunition, taser, flashlights, batteries, gloves, pens, pencils, keys, multi-tool, window punch.

She's trying to scare me... These women were against me.

"You're a suspect, we arrested the ones that were with you." she haughtily said, hands on her hips.

My face fell to bewilderment, "You were the ones that assailed the block building...?" I questioned disbelieving.

Freaking cops?!

"Yes, and you Miss have a lot of explaining to do. You're an accomplice, and so under arrest as well, but first we have to ask you questions."

I couldn't speak. And to be honest I didn't care about anything else but Zayn.